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The streets lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle I'm moving slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is airtight The city streets is hectic, gotta get it Here tomorrow ain't a promise to me So I don't live in fear, working til' I touch it, stack it until I need it I spend it on what I want, reup and that's when I read It's over you never see me, it's being salt as it's lesser The niggas straight out the gutta, murder without a question Product of my surroundings, click clack from downing All they know is he missing when niggas ain't never found him Assaulting and stealing yet, I don't live it on regrets I'm a muthafuckin' killer foreal with the same threat I'm as gangsta as it gets and my advice for you is live your life Ya never know when niggas might hit you on the city lights Get it right, ya never know when niggas might hit you on the city lights Get it right (get it right) Born and raised on the north blocks, home of the hard knocks Wanna get rich, find a spot to pump that heart out Might get robbed or shot if niggas don't think you worthy In my hood, I saw a lot of gangstas die early Mama heart broke, and brother feel like he gotta fix it So he loading up from straps, 'bout to hit it where they kick it Got a first class ticket to the pen Seventeen years old but up in there they all men It's just another day, one come out, another go in It's hard out here, you can't even trust yo friends They'll have a nigga set up, whatever by the curb It's every man for self, oh you ain't heard? I'm a muthafuckin' hog, survive through it all Stand up tall, we don't fall, naw I been shot at but ain't been shot Been in plenty fights but ain't been drop Always came out on top like a hardknock Straight up Yeah, these tattoo tears cover my face My momma got mad at first but shit she know who she made I'm a G you gotta pray for me, it is what it is Why these niggas out here playing, mayne this really my fear What'chu know about them late nights, no lights and no food? No diapers for the baby's, the house smell like booboo Think of what'chu would do, what I tell ya what I does Walk straight up off the porch, now the game has begun My big brother on lock, so I stole his gun He ain't gon' need it where he at, I'm finna go and stuff some crack and that Big homie knew I had it on my mind He ain't like it but it's right that run it through my bloodline He knew if he decline it wasn't goin' to be hard for me to find So he choose to put me down, and I got up on my grind If you dawgs and you hoes say I'm glorifying crack My momma lights off, the whole house pitch black, bitch! Straight up
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